"Oxymoronic," Dro said.

Today, I went to the half-priced bookstore and purchased a few books. And by a few I mean more than I intended. By a few I mean almost disregarding that I was at a half-priced bookstore. Or maybe not disregarding. More like taking advantage of getting so much for so little.

I laid my eyes on a Collector's Library copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, complete and unabridged. I fell in love immediately. It's this tiny little book as small as my hand. I want to carry it around everywhere I go. It's convenient enough to.

Then I purchased two books by Bukowski. Post Office, which I am completely ecstatic to now own. And Hollywood. Although I'd have to wait to read Hollywood considering that I am missing a few books in between.

I also got my hands on Naked Lunch, which I had been curious to read for quite some time now. The rest of my purchases were miscellaneous and were the result of my excessive and uncontrollable excitement for the thriftiness.

Just when I thought my day couldn't get better, Rae surprised me outside my house as I pulled in the driveway. I was suspicious of his gift, but I didn't want to flatter myself and be expecting. But there he was with just what I needed, completing my day beyond I had expected. And on top of that, he made me a burger. Most delicious.

I ended my day well.

And I will end it even better by reading some more.

#Twain Harte

#these guys

#Twain Harte

#Twain Harte

#Twain Harte

Man playing the flute; Columbia.

#dyptech

Since you uploaded your photos in my Lightroom...

I took the liberty of editting them for you. I really liked this one. Your eyes. This picture is blurry but it's excellent.

Source: mikal

2:17am

I can't sleep. I can't even get myself to talk.

I don't want to keep making myself feel this way. I have to figure this out somehow. I have to fight it off. I'll have myself damned if I ever let history repeat itself. Not again. I've worked too hard.

Every single damn time this happens, I can only hope that it's a phase. It's always just a phase, just a mood, isn't it?

Fuck me.

Spoooooooooooooon

#mmmmmm, beautiful

All weekend, I shared an airbed with Mikal and we slept the way we always do. LIKE SECRET LOVERS. Because we are.

Andrushka

Source: Mikal!

Sunday ay ay ay

It's been years yet if I catch a forgotten thought, I am immediately taken aback and instantly eaten alive by the ghosts that I thought have left me long ago.

I don't understand it. I still do not understand it. I never knew what I wanted so you took the liberty to shed me off myself to see what I did want. But even with that knowledge now, I still can't get myself to fight for anything I want because I am a fucking coward and you might just know even less than I do.

Maybe we should just stop starting fires. I burn and I burn and I burn and I seem to keep burning even after it dies.

"If I was only allowed to experience one sensation for the rest of my life, it would be the one you give me whenever I look at you and catch your eyes staring into mine."

Taking walks while Mikal was asleep

Our first morning while Mikal refused to open eyes, Ace and I took this walk.

Ace's first snowball that she lost when she ate MEGA shit !

Source: intensive!

The cabin!

All packed.

The front yard is huge, but it was covered with 3 feet deep snow, so I guess we'll wait till Spring to play there.

This room is equivalent to Mikal's family room, where everyone unwinds. I cannot wait till we bring everyone up with us.

The creepy room, where we were to originally sleep in. But it was creepy looking. And they claimed there were spiders everywhere.

The Outsider.

The pool frozen!

(':

Kobe Burgers

Downtown Sonora

I was a subject. Misery.

During the snowy hailing storm, we stopped at an antique shop and when I looked out, I saw this doggy doggy in the little car alone, probably freezing. Coldy, coldy.

Columbia!

My TEAM! People say that all the time. I didn't understand until I found myself repeating it and screaming it downtown. I think this is appropriate. They are..my team!

Courtney, Ace, Dan, Mikal, and Tam!

Favorite SKINS people.

Headz UP

Before I go on posting about how terrific Twain Harte has been, I'll just say that the rest of my pictures will be at Intensive! before I get to post them here. Ace is posting them faster than me because they are on her queue.

Courtney's room.
We trashed it with sleep and clothes.
Find Mikal.
YOU CAN'T. SHE'S BURIED.